The two mercenaries were welcomed to the medical bay's waiting area by the sight of the teammates, who were drinking, standing at attention, reading a magazine while playing with a lighter, or just sitting there with no visible emotion whatsoever. Engineer gestured toward a chair near the doors of the operating room and Heavy sat down, till holding Sascha.

"Why is team still here," he asked, remembering that everyone else already had the Uber implant.

"We're waiting for the Scout, lad," the Demoman answered, taking a swig from a bottle of his favorite whiskey.

"One of the doc's birds got stuck in his chest cavity," explained the Sniper.

"You really should've seen it," chuckled Engineer, "Poor boy was coughing up feathers everywhere." Heavy couldn't help but laugh at the thought of tiny feathers flying out of Scout's mouth. Suddenly, Heavy thought he could hear voices coming from behind the OR doors. Listening closely, Heavy heard a conversation between two voices; one very familiar, and one not so familiar.

"I said this before," said the unfamiliar voice, "but I will say it again out of kindness. I truly apologize for the inconvenience." Heavy noticed that the voice sounded significantly German. Could that be the Medic, he thought.

"Don't worry about it, Doc," said the voice which Heavy recognized as Scout, "It's no problem at all. I've had worse happen." With that, Scout pushed through the OR doors with a confident look on his face, as the rest of the team looked up at him as if they were waiting for some witty remark.

"Fellas," the young Bostonian proclaimed, "I am proud to announce that I am now pigeon-free!" The other mercenaries cheered and applauded for the baseball enthusiast, just because they felt like it. It was then Scout noticed Heavy, still sitting in his chair with a nervous look on his face.

"Hey, there you are, pally," Scout said, getting Heavy's attention, "Haven't seen you all day! Where you been, man?"

"H-Hiding," Heavy said in a frightened tone, hugging Sascha tightly. Confused, Scout turned to Engineer, who explained that Heavy was nervous about seeing the Medic, and he was trying to help him be less afraid. Scout decided to help as well, as he always thought of Heavy as the bodyguard he never had.

"Listen, brother," Scout told him, "I've been under the doc's knife twice, TWICE! But both times he knew what he was doing, and that's why you shouldn't be afraid. This guy wouldn't hurt a fly, let alone a big schmuck like you." Heavy glared at Scout for calling him a schmuck, but Scout punched him in the shoulder to assure he was joking. Heavy looked at Engineer, who gave him the "I-told-you-so" look.

"Better get going," Engineer said, gesturing to the OR. Heavy decided that Scout and Engineer were right. With Sascha in his hands, Heavy stood and pushed through the double doors leading to the OR. However, Engineer couldn't help but feel like Heavy had an escape plan ready to put into action. Standing next to the Soldier, he whispered something the rest of the team couldn't hear.

"Men," Soldier barked after Engineer had finished whispering, "Ready your weapons! We're going into battle!'